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Chaos Rising
Mike Caron:
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Legacy of the Dark Lord
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Rules:
1. Proper spelling and grammar are expected
2. Use common sense
3. No ninja(s/ing)
4. You must post a description of your character before joining. There is no template, you have to actually think about what you need to describe your character. For example, you don't need to describe armour if your character doesn't wear any. Or, if they have a special ability, that would be good to include. Use your discretion, and your head.
5. There are additional rules pertaining to joining
Name: Kristen Arthas
Sex: Female
Age: 32
Appearance: Pale skin, cropped brown hair, green eyes, slightly muscular build, about 5'11".
Clothes:
Normal - Kristen despises skirts. With a passion. She will wear a dress on formal occasions, but due to her occupation, she will almost always wear pants of some sort.
Armour - Kristen's armour consists of a dragon-shape helmet (without a face plate), a gold-embossed breast plate, and steel gauntlets. Her legs are both unprotected, and unencumbered.
Occupation: Kristen is a Dragon Knight in service of His Majesty, King Lance XXVII. Her mount, Crystal, is a young red drake. She has been riding Crystal since she started, about 13 or 14 years ago. They have been in combat several times, but often their missions are more covert.
Weapons: Her preferred weapon is the spear, the traditional weapon of the Dragon Knight.
Personality: Kristen is fearless and headstrong, but she knows when she's out-classed. She is independent, and if possible, will prefer to work alone or with Crystal. She used to be known for a fiery temper long ago, but she has taken great measures to keep it under control at all times.
Other: She has a small ability for magic, and she attended school when she was younger. She will use it when necessary, but she is not capable of anything stronger than a fireball, etc.
It had been altogether too long since she felt this way before. Kristen closed her eyes, and emptied her mind, acknowledging only the wind caressing her face. She trusted Crystal with her life, and in fact had done so on more than one occasion. A drop of water splashed across her face, and she knew that it was about to start raining.
Of course, they had expected it. When clouds covered the sky, they could soar above them, using them as cover to hide their movements. They couldn't see the ground from up there, but she trusted Crystal's sense of direction.
A few more drops hit her face, and she figured that although it wasn't raining just yet, they would be drenched soon enough inside the cloud. So, she nudged Crystal's side, and the drake responded by descending. Crystal was no big fan of water, being what she was; Red Drakes had affinity to fire.
They levelled out just underneath the cloud line. Now, they could feel the up drafts from the heat of the day. Kristen knew this meant a thunder storm. Though they would grudgingly fly in the rain, lightening was another story altogether. Of course, the other knights assured her that they were perfectly safe as long as they didn't touch the ground, why would she take the risk? But, for now, they flew.
It was, overall, immaterial, since they were nearly at their destination anyway. Before she could see the village over the horizon, she recalled her mission which brought her all the way out here. They were to gather information about a mysterious cult that was said to be based somewhere in this region. Rumours were flying all over the place about them, but there was enough contradiction in them to warrant more than a casual investigation.
And, then, seemingly out of nowhere, the village appeared before them. Without Kristen even having to say or do anything, Crystal began to slowly spiral down, searching for a good place for them to land. There were plenty of fields outside of the village proper, but most of them appeared to have crops in them. Crystal was good, but she did need a minimum amount of room to land, and destroying a large section of crops was out of the question. And, although there was a forest near by, there did not appear to be any clearings large enough.
Kristen uttered an oath under her breath, as she scanned her field of vision for an open space. They flew a large arc around the village, and soon they found a grassy field large enough for their purposes. Once they were stopped, Kristen dismounted. As she unbuckled her pack of supplies, she gave instructions to Crystal.
"I'm probably going to be staying in the village for a few days. You know the drill, find somewhere to roost for now. Try not to eat too much livestock, I don't want them to have too many suspicions. When I'm done, or if I need trouble, I'll send up a flare; red means trouble." Crystal nodded, already having heard these instructions hundreds of times.
Kristen slung her pack over her right shoulder, already having removed her armour. She did not like advertising what she was unless necessary, and besides, she didn't expect to need it any time soon. Crystal stretched her wings once more, preparing to take to the skies again.
"Good luck." The drake growled in her deep voice. That Crystal could speak in human tonge was a secret known only to a select few... a very select few. And, Crystal intended to keep it that way. So, she spoke seldom, lest she get too used to it, and slip at the wrong time. Not many dragons could speak directly to humans in Common, often preferring to speak in their own tonge, and only to those humans who would learn it.
As Kristen hiked toward the village, she had the feeling that this mission wouldn't be as simple as she expected, but she wasn't sure why. She pushed that thought out of her mind, and focused on getting to the village before dark.
Shadow Spector:
Name: Thian Perssion
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: A light complection, hardly able to be noticed by any one unless they make it their mission to see the slightly light colour of his skin, deep hazelnut brown hair falling to about ear level, which only slightly covers his deep blueish grey eyes. With the slightest hint of muscles faintly noticable, but enough to pick them out. Standing 6'2" tall and average weight.
Clothing: light wieght long sleved shirt, and pants,held up by an belt with an sword sheath on it, coloured to a midnight blue tinge, worn away by the weather. Dark brown leather boots, and like wise gloves are doned upon his hands and feet.
occupation: Thian is an common theif, taking what e can and peddling it off to make a few coins to buy food or what ever he need to survive at the time. Been a theif since he was able to walk and manuver on his own.
Weapons: Only posseing one short sword which is kept on him at all time, (even sleeps with it on his belt), is light wieght, and surprisingly durable slender blade.
personality: With everyeone casting him aside he has lost trust in anyone, and when there is that person that is willing to help him out he dreads the time when he will be betrayed, and alone again. Needless to say he want to have friends but his inferiorty complex prevents him from acting in any for of comunication, to others, unless he is picking their pockets. Urning to be released from his downward spiral he willong to face his fear of rejection.
Abilities: He as the ability to pick almost any lock that is no enchanted, or other wise sealed shut with magic. On top of that he has an tallent for hidding in shadows, almost unseen by the unattentive.
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looking up to the sky, Thian noticed storm clouds rolling in, "Just what I need, anouther storm.", his words were almost an laugh as he spoke them, "Can't i get an day with out rain for once?", Sighing deeply, he stood up from the fountain's side which he had been previously sitting, proceeding into an near by ally way with an double over lap from the houses on either side, 'This should be an dryer place to sleep to night.'
"You there what are you doing?", a voice spoke from the entrance which he ha passed through. Turnning around, he noticed that an heavely armed guard stood in his path.
"Trying to find an new home.", Thian resonded sarcastically
"I sugesst that you try in the forest you little scum."
"I knew it was to good to be true.", with yet anouther sigh Thian walked towards the guard.
"I'm sure.", the cold heartless voice developped from years of disguss from the likes of Thian and any other homeless person he meet, "I will personally excourt you out of hear my self."
"Do i have any choice in the matter.", a sheepish grin crossed his face as the guard grabed his arm and started to drage him to the nearest exit.
"So you realy thought the they wouls let you stay here tonight?", the guard seemed to take pleasure in this, "I'm sure you would be much safer in the forest, with the bandits than here."
"Why in the world must I get the guards like you?"
"You know what I have had enough of your mouth, so shut up.", throwing Thian in front of him, he pulled back his fist and nailed Thian across the mouth cuasing his mouth to bleed. After Thian collasped on the ground, the guard reumed to carry him to the entrance.
At the entarce, the guard decided to drop hiim rite outside the wall section. the inpact of him hitting the ground, cause thian's nose to smash off of the groundm and also start to bleed, cuasing a regain consience, just in time to see and female form walking towards the entrance, 'did she see any of that? Why the hel did i have to run from him at the beginning of this day, i'm so tired.', and with that last thought, Thian fell ing to an uncomfortable sleep, blood visable when his nose made contact with the ground.
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I hope you like it mike ... let me know if you don't.
Mike Caron:
I like it, although the spelling is less than pristine:
Try pasting this into Microsoft Word or something, and running a spell check.
Ares:
What's the general story to this? Is it a completley free-roam RP in a fantasy world?
OnewingedDragon:
Name: Daemon Laren
Sex: Male
Age: 200 (long lived race, several thousand years)
Race: Halyian
Appearance: Short and lean, with just the tiniest hint of blue. And sometimes, if you catch him out of the corner of your eye accidentally, it looks like there's small flurries of snow billowing around him, but they disappear as if they were never there with a direct look. To date, no one has ever seen his hair.
Clothing: Not much, always wears one of a variety of hats he procures from nowhere and a pair of breeches and sandels
Weapons: He carries a staff made of the antler of some hoofed animal, even he's not sure what, nor exactly what it does. He knows it holds many secrets, but he has not unlocked nearly any of them(See abilities for the available ones). He also wields nature magic
Personality: Very excitable, generally friendly and talkative, but has a habit of running words together because he talks too fast.
Occupation: Whatever he feels like at the moment, his magic allows him to perform a variety of tasks, but he never has the want to focus on any one thing for long.
Abilities: Invisibility and summoning spirit creatures. His innate magic allows him to manipulate aspects of nature, as well as natural materials to form anything from a wall to a tornado to a spear made entirely of ice hurtling through the air. He can also enhance people's natural abilities for a limited time. Limited transformation, only animals and certain magical creatures, specifically those that are adapted to the colder environments.
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Daemon arrived in the village just ahead of the clouds,
"Hmm," he wondered, "is it worth paying for a room at the inn tonight, or should I convince someone's family to let me stay." Feeling around in his bag, he found the mostly empty sack of coins. "Family it is!"
Making sure no-one was looking at him, he snuck into an alley, a few minutes later a small grey dog trotted out. Winding his way through the streets, at one point jumping out of the way of an angry guard who tried to kick him, he finally came upon a group of children playing in the street. Sitting back on is haunches he came up with some ideas on how to ingratiate himself when the opportunity literally dropped in front of him.
Grabbing the ball in his mouth, he carried it over to the children who had stopped going after it and dropped it in front of them, then sat back down. One little girl, slowly reached forward to grab it and pulled her hand back quickly in case the dog she saw was dangerous. Daemon, in his infinite doggy wisdom, decided to roll on his back and doggy smile, tongue lolling to one side. The girl giggled and reached forward again, but this time to pet him. As she rubbed his belly he kicked his leg for effect, eliciting another giggle from the girl.
Her friends seeing the false alarm, joined the girl in petting Daemon. Tiring of that, he got back on his feet, then wrapped his jaws around the ball the girl had dropped and proceeded, for the next 20 minutes, to run around trying to keep the ball from the now laughing children.
As rain started to fall, the children all went inside, the girl picking Daemon up and taking him into her house, asking her parents to keep him. Her father immediately said no, but her mother gently suggested that the dog stay the night to keep it out of the rain. The father reluctantly gave in as the girl and mother set out some scraps and a blanket for Daemon to sleep in. And sleep he did.
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